up to heaven." Then, after another pause:

"How old is Walter?"

"Twenty-four."

"How old should you take Miss Gray to be?"

Bauer was surprised at the question.

"I don't know. I am a poor hand at guessing."

"I know, because she told me. She is twenty-eight. How old would you
take me to be?"

"I have no idea."

"I'm just thirty next Thanksgiving. When I was born in Vermont thirty
years ago turkeys were only eight cents a pound. Now they are twenty-six
and we can't raise 'em out here at any price on account of the cost of
feed. I'd give most anything for a good plateful of turkey with stuffing
and fixin's. But there's lots of things in this world we can't have. We
must learn to get along on mutton and pancakes and canned ginger bread.
Such is life."

It seemed to Bauer that Clifford was a little sober over his philosophy.
But during the day he was jolly and high spirited, keeping the whole
company at concert pitch with his stories and fun. But through it all
ran a thread of sombre hue as the thought of Ansa obtruded.

When the river was reached the party anxiously scanned its muddy stretch
to see if it was too high to ford. Big rains had come down from the
mountains during their absence from the mission and the banks were
pressing full. Elijah, however, thought it safe to make the ford, and
after a somewhat exciting and perilous passage they got across and by
night of that day were at the Mission where they were joyfully welcomed
by the mission workers and the news that Dr. West had come in two days
before, and had declared Ansa out of danger and rapidly recovering.
After supper Mr. and Mrs. Masters, Miss Clifford, Miss Gray and Elijah,
the Douglases and Bauer, and Dr. West met in the school room and held a
Thanksgiving service. The last thing that night that Bauer was conscious
of was the memory of Elijah Clifford's prayer. He had never heard
anything to equal it for tenderness and exaltation of feeling.

The Douglases were to leave for Milton in three days. The last day of
their stay at the Mission Helen was sitting on the old cottonwood log by
the river when Miss Gray came down and sat by her, going over some of
the desert experiences.

After a while Helen said: "We have not had any opportunity to talk over
the matter I mentioned at Oraibi. I don't think it's necessary now."

Miss Gray looked very much pleased.

"I am more than relieved to hear you say that. If I had thought there
was any danger t